Mechis III

[Kakuto Ryu]

As the final swing in his hammer's spin narrowly missed the ground that Nom had stood on, Kakuto kicked out his legs to prepare for landing. His left knee made contact first, his right foot hitting the ground in front of him where it coasted around rather than embedding in the duracrete. Though the velocity from his fall was stopped short, his orbital and lateral motions were still in effect. Tremendous amounts of kinetic energy, which he maintained with his relentless rotation, remained in the mass of the Dark Lord in spite of his impact with the ground. With a certain amount of demonic grace he was able to transfer that energy (which in truth involved little more than a careful twist of his torso) to his upper body, which he released by way of his hammer.* Now riding on the full force Kakuto Ryu's attack; the hammer bulleted head first toward Nom--who was plucked out of his moment of smug satisfaction by the pain of a warhammer plowing through his shoulder. If not for the Jedi reflexes, the hammer would have likely embedded in the base of Anorus' throat.

 

The hammer buried itself in the wall just before the fractured shoulder of the Jedi dug into the ground. The thick black boots of Kakuto Ryu carried him swiftly from where he had landed to where Nom was had been floored, in pursuit without a moment's hesitation. With his lightsaber deactivated and concealed in his arm once more--he now appeared weaponless, but the stolid scowl he drove made it clear did not take this as a weakness.

 

The armor Dagon had forged for Kakuto was meant accommodate the Dark Lord's ridiculously fast and fluid fighting style even in places void of the force. Where the force remained, however, its ability to mimic his existing style coupled with lesser force buffs and subtle manipulation permitted him to attack with such zeal that it seemed he'd never tire; and indeed his reckless thirst for the blood of his foe would drive him to the point of self destruction and beyond, if need be. To say that he seemed relentless would be a miserable understatement.

 

The Chaos God Ordained ”œDaemon Prince”

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Pain was something Nom was used to. In fact, it wasn't something he was just used to, it was imbedded into routine. His body was constantly under assault either through training or the fighting of some hostile enemy. The only thing the Jedi Master was not used to was a giant war hammer shooting forth from a pile of rubble, heading in his direction. The sight of this was enough to counter the aura of speed that surrounded him. The blunt force that the hammer could create was enough to kill a man, any man, Jedi or Sith. Fortunately, the Force was paying more attention to the situation than Nom was.

 

As soon as the head of the massive weapon made contact with his shoulder, sending anvils of agony throughout his body, the Force as if on its on will sent the Jedi Master to the floor, creating a rather unpleasant collision with the metal beneath him. Nom realized how advantageous this was however. The hammer continued to press its velocity into the wall, doing more damage to the barrier than the Jedi Master himself. Sending himself sprawling to the ground was enough to redirect the hammer, therefore lessoning the damage that he would have taken otherwise.

 

Nom's shoulder was sore, the effects of the attack resonating throughout his entire body. The shoulder still worked, indicating it was not quite broken. He would have use for it later, Nom was sure.

 

Just as Nom got to his feet, still recovering from the attack, he noticed Kakuto was on his...and charging.

 

Time slowed again for the Jedi Master, creating an almost serene, dreamlike, vortex around the mechanized facility. He didn't try to dodge however, that would just be a waste of energy. This time Nom delved into the Force again, drawing not on its power, but its protection. The Dark Lord was running at him with no weapon in hand, an indicator that Ryu was more dangerous now than ever. He took hold of Nom's lightsaber with his mechanical hand, avoiding the normal effects such an action would trigger. This left Nom's entire body open for an attack.

 

Fortunately, a lightsaber wasn't the only thing one could use for defense. Nom fell into himself, just as Kakuto's blows began to begin. The pain was intense, spreading through him as if it were some disease seeping away at every cell in his body. The effects of the attack were fierce, but Nom had experienced fiercer. He concentrating on the Force, knowing he did not have the speed or the strength to counter. He could see a small light within him, just like he had done on Ossus. He followed it, as if seeking shelter from a particularly violent storm. He let the protection envelope him, surround him, infest his very being. The Force worked to counter the very disease that Kakuto was inflicting.

 

The Force usuage used by the Jedi Master was intense, not quite enough to drain him of all power though. Nom would not be able to absorb that much damage again. He simply was not powerful enough in the Force for that to happen.

 

When Nom opened his eyes, he was soaring through the sky. The sensation at first was a bit soothing. That is, until he noticed the lightsaber flying towards him, looking to end that soothing feeling. The Jedi Master couldn't help but feel the irony in all this. He replayed the battle in his mind, going through each of Kakuto's attacks. Who knew the Dark Lord of the Sith, a blood thirsty warrior to no end, required so much technology...so much outside help, to get the job done. The Sith really had taken a step back since the ancient times.

 

The lightsaber started to creep a little closer, its speed surpassing that of Nom's. He had to do something quickly. The Jedi Master could sense the wall closing in on him, trying to trap him with the lightsaber. Nom strengthened his legs to meet the metal plane, connecting the two. He pushed off immediately, changing his momentum almost instantly. A well placed front flip carried him over the lightsaber, which crashed harmlessly against the wall. The Jedi Master landed on his feet, lightsaber in hand. This was going to be a long fight.

 

His breath was heavy and his entire body was quite sore. But that was unimportant. Nom had to make sure Revan didn't fall completely to the dark side. The Jedi Master's failure would basically be the same as signing the death sentence for countless innocent lives. That was something he would not let happen, despite his own injuries.

 

 

Filled with new resolve, the Jedi took off towards the pillar of darkness that was Kakuto Ryu, the living definition of the Dark Side. Just as he reached striking distance, Kakuto's metal arm reached out to snag Nom's lightsaber. To counter this, the Jedi Master leaped into the open arms of the sky, letting the winds carry him over the dark lord. He landed just behind his foe. He was staring at the Dark Lord's back. He wasn't able to turn around fully. The armor Kakuto was using must have cut into his speed a little. There was no doubt Kakuto would be able to compensate for this however. All the same, Nom noted his advantage.

 

He attacked with his lightaber, using a vertical cut. The blade just made contact with the armor ((Kakuto, I don't remember if your armor is impervious to lightsabers or not, so if it is, you don't take any damage here.)) His pillar of energy began to cut through, causing a gash to open in Kakuto's shoulder. Before his attack could finish its trajectory, Kakuto was upon him beating his blade away. Nom leapt backwards, clearing himself of any counter Ryu could unleash.

 

Nom attacked again, making sure to stay away from Kakuto's metal hand. Each of his attacks were parried, just as Nom expected. He switched to one hand, knowing he would only have to hold off Kakuto for a second. From deep within his robes, Nom brandished a thermal detonator. With a quick roll, Nom sent one of the more powerful explosives in the galaxy ten meters behind the Dark Lord. The look of confusion on the Sith's face was quite evident.

 

Using his free hand, Nom pressed it against the Dark Lord's stomach, just as he was about to overwhelm the Jedi Master's lightsaber wielding hand. With a rush of energy, the Force flowed out of Nom's fingertips, and into Ryu's stomach. The blast sent the Dark Lord of the Sith careening towards the grenade, just as it was exploding.

 

Knowing full well the Dark Lord could get out of this, Nom enacted the second part of his plan. He extended his hand, summoning a shield constructed by the mystical energy field. The defense bubble was not for himself however. The Shield wrapped itself around Kakuto....and the grenade. The bubble of the Force contained the explosion, as well as kept the Dark Lord well within the blast radius.

 

Nom kept his saber raised, ready to defend at any moment. He watched as the grenade finished its headed explosion, filling the entire bubble with its contents of gas and heat.

 

 

((2))

 

OOC: Sorry for such a long post. This one required a lot of detail. The other shouldn't be this long.

[Kakuto Ryu]

((OOC: Lightsaber proofing armor is cheap and unbalances the game. Only complete tools that”¦ *takes note that all of Ian's aliases have simultaneously happened upon phrik alloys*))

 

Through the detonation, the immense presence of the Dark Lord did not disappear, the cloud of darkness that permeated his proximity still overpowering. As the sediment cleared from the air his tall silhouette became visible once more. Slowly his arms lowered from his face, the backs of his arms heavily scarred with the damage from thermal detonator. The integrity of his armor was badly compromised, the front side was found to be almost missing--its plates cracked or vaporized and its internal mechanisms exposed. Without the aid of the force to deflect its destructive power through, the thermal detonator would have consumed his entire being.

 

Kakuto's senses penetrated the smoke, his anger building as he fixated on Nom once more.

 

You'll have to try harder than that.

 

A steel harpoon embedded in the lens of one of the obnoxious observer droids that had appeared to watch Kakuto fight. A braided durasteel cable connected this hook to a heft mechanism in the Dark Lord's exposed mechanical arm. With a light tug of his elbow the cable started its short draw back into the black steel mechanism from which it came, and bringing with it the loudly protesting droid. The hovering camera met its ends as Kakuto brought around his other fist to slam into its side, channeling the force into to his strike and letting it resonate through the body of the machine. The droid was instantly ripped apart with such as to make the droid look as though it were bound together with tape.

 

As the Dark Lord was bombarded with the loose pieces of the droid he had capriciously dismantled a curious horror revealed itself. Plucking shattered pieces of durasteel out of the air was an extremely thick silvery liquid, a symbiont which emerged from the thick plates of the armor to harvest food with which to replenish itself. The captured components of the droid dissolved within the metallic body, providing material for the armor's self-renewed plating, which hardened in varying shades of gray. The open tear in his shoulder guard disappeared quickly, restoring his towering form to the same monstrous intimidating shape it had arrived in; save for the now hidden gash in his shoulder.

 

The thin lips of the pale phantasm spread wide, his teeth borne in the form of a menacing grin. His eyes bulged with other-worldly madness, his small silver irises rapidly dancing around Nom.

 

”œReady?!”

[Wookiee Jedi]

*A dark blue Delta7 pulled out of hyperspace above Mechis III. The jedi starfighter clearly blonged to Veta sqaudron. The jedi master was contacted by the planet almost immediately by the surface.*

 

"Please send ID immediately."

 

*Kirlocca wasted little time in doing what the planet asked. After a few moments, thwe defesnse system stoped tracking the Delta7, and Kirlocca pushed his ship towards the surface...*

 

((I have no intention of interfering with the battle.))

[Nom Anor's avenger]

((This is the second draft of this post considering the site deleted the first one after I hit preview. It wasn't too happy”¦)

 

The smoke and heat from the blast began to dissipate as Nom released the Force bubble. Unfortunately, what didn't dissipate was Kakuto Ryu. The Dark Lord stood in silence, his broken armor clung onto his body by a thread. His mere presence was a testament to his strength. Somehow, Nom expected this to happen. He knew the Dark Lord of the Sith could not be defeated so easily.

 

A droid seemed to appear out of nowhere as if intrigued by the thought of a Jedi dueling a Sith. Nom was unaware droids were capable of curiosity, yet there it was. Kakuto proceeded to destroy it as if he too were annoyed at its presence. The result however, made it clear that the Dark Lord was more than happy to see the droid. Small tendrils of some silvery substance began plucking the broken droid out of midair. The suit of protection then proceeded to rebuild itself, completely negating the damage done by the thermal detonator. The Jedi Master could only watch in horror as his efforts were dismantled in front of his very eyes.

 

So much for a weakness, Nom thought to himself.

 

Once the Dark Lord was complete again, he charged. His lightsaber gleamed in the night as the dark side infested him further. Fear practically stilled the Jedi Master as he continued to sense the powers in Kakuto grow. Dark rage now propelled the Sith Master forward, sending the man into a frenzy bent on nothing more than the taste of Nom's blood.

 

Within an instant, the Dark Lord was upon him. The Jedi Master had only enough time to place his lightsaber directly in the path of Kakuto's. Each beam of energy pressed against the other, locked in what seemed to be an eternal struggle. The light emitted by the weapons seemed to wash into each other, as if trying to extinguish the other blade. It was really a marvelous spectacle. The two lightsabers continued to bounce off one another, sending their light into the heavens. It was almost celestial in appearance. The Jedi Master found it hard to believe the Sith used such beauty to cause such destruction. It was just another perversion of nature the evils of the Sith had concocted. All the more reason to destroy them.

 

Nom fell into defense; his blade was placed perfectly with the precision only a Jedi Master could contrive. Unfortunately, Nom only had enough strength to hold the furious attacker at bay let alone mount any type of counter strike. He could feel his strength dwindle as he continued to fight off the inevitable. His jade green blade began to slow as fatigue continued to consume him. Kakuto's stamina seemed to be just as strong as ever, no doubt because of his continual drawing on his dark rage.

 

The Jedi Master's strength finally collapsed as his blade was swept to the side by a well placed slice from his enemy. The gaping hole left in his defense was immediately taken by a shoulder ramming itself into Nom's chest, knocking the wind out of him. His momentary relapse was met with a lightsaber digging through his flesh. The Jedi Master was not completely incapacitated however. Knowing he would not get his blade over in time to parry, he was forced to shove his leg backwards. The result probably kept his leg from getting cut clean off. Blood rushed through the newly created opening, showering the ground with its crimson stains.

 

The Jedi Master collapsed to the ground immediately, considering his newly damaged leg was not used to holding so much weight. As the back of his head hit the ground, a lightsaber passed inches away from his nose. Apparently the fact that he could not stand had saved him from a potentially fatal attack from the Dark Lord.

 

The Force immediately rushed to the scene, surrounding him like a body of water filling a ravine. He could feel its power centralize around his wound. The cut tried to battle against the power of the Force, but to no avail. The wound began to close, cutting off the fountain of blood, which was beginning to leave a nice stain on the metal ramp below. Nom was no expert healer however. He could only stop the bleeding, and he might be able to stand, although it was hard to tell.

 

While the Force continued to work on his leg's fractured membrane, Kakuto kept pressing is attack. Nom's mastery of form III lightsaber combat was the only thing keeping him alive. He managed to parry each attack with the help of the hardened floor below, reinforcing his failing strength. This task however was much more difficult now that Ryu possessed a broadsaber. Nom would not be able to hold out much longer.

 

A thunderous crack invaded the complex, almost sending it into vibration. Small beads of water followed in its wake, cascading from the depths of the sky. They proceeded to wash away the pool of blood that used to inhabit the leg of a Jedi. Lighting streaked across the heavens, spawning pockets of illuminations as it passed above Mechis III.

 

Even as the jade green blade continued to whir in and endless cyclone of desperate defense, Nom felt the rain quite soothing as he continued to lay on the floor rolling sporadically in order to evade attacks. The small beads of water trickled down his face, bringing in a fresh wave of peace he had not felt sense before the battle began.

 

An idea struck him as if a bolt of lighting had descended.

 

Nom had been trying to fight fire with fire. It was no easy task to match the strength of the Dark Lord of the Sith. And the Jedi Master had been trying to do just that. He needed to fight fire with water.

 

The Jedi summoned his greatest weapon of all, the Force. He felt it lift him into the air, carrying him over a slash from Kakuto that would have ended his life. Nom landed a good distance away, hitting the ground rather hard. Pain shot through his entire body, originating from his battered leg. Nom did his best to ignore it. After many years of training, one could master the art of ignoring pain. He was able to stand however, if only just.

 

Kakuto made no hesitation; he continued to shoot forth, longing to plunge his weapon into the heart of the light. This time however, fear was not among the contents of Nom's mind. He could feel the Force moving through him, sending him ripples of its power. But the light side offered him quite the opposite of dark rage. His mind was completely focused, control coursed through him. He was at one with his body, and his mind.

 

The Jedi Master's lightsaber suddenly flew from his grasp, streaking towards the approaching Sith. The purity of the air around him only acted as a median for his weapon. Small tendrils of smoke floated into the clouds as small drops of water dissipated into the green oblivion that was his lightsaber.

 

The blade found its target. Unfortunately, Kakuto batted the lightsaber away as if it were nothing more than a mere nuisance that was getting in his way. The lightsaber landed in isolation, deactivating as it hit the ground.

 

The fact that there was a defenseless Jedi Master before him seemed to propel the Dark Lord of the Sith into a greater sense of fury and passion.

 

One of the areas where Nom was weak was in physical strength that much was for sure. But he made up for that weakness with a powerful command of the Force. The mystical energy field continued to flow through as if waiting to be commanded. And command it he did.

 

The blade of the Sith was only a few feet away from striking down the defenseless Jedi. The daunting silver arch descended upon the Jedi, leaving a trail of magnificent beauty in its wake. The silver arch was halted however, only inches from finishing its task. An invisible barrier rose up to challenge it, its power matching that of the lightsaber. Nom's shield seemed to hold. This would not last long however, considering the Sith began to hack mercilessly away as if convicted that no mere Force shield would keep him from his goal. There was endless strength in the blows, as if Kakuto had some invisible power source that was the Dark Side, constantly feeding him energy.

 

That however was the greatest weakness that could befall any user of the Force. The Dark Side held more power than any thing a Jedi could conjure. However this power was not absolute despite what many people had come to believe. The Dark Side was an insidious disease, infecting the wielder with an illusion of self sense of accomplishment and self worth. Yet it destroyed the mind. It replaced any cognitive thought with the wanted desire for power and destruction, not matter the cost. The mad sense of blood thirst turned them into nothing more than an animal, destroying the very thing that made them human. This was the weakness that every Sith embraced, even Kakuto Ryo, Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

The Force shield protecting its creator began to weaken. The constant impacts from a particularly powerful broadsaber were beginning to take its toll. But that was only half the reason. Nom was beginning to concentrate his efforts on something else. Unbeknownst to the Dark Lord, whose dark range blinded him from all else besides breaking the obstacle in his path, a small silver device meters away crept into the air, battling against the increasing winds of an intensifying storm. The lightsaber shot forth for a second time, perfectly aimed through a careful Force powered trajectory. The change of facial expression told Nom the Dark Lord had sensed the impending danger. By then however, it was far too late. Even before Kakuto could turn around, the jade green pillar of light pierced through the armor, the flesh, and then the bone of the Dark Lord's shoulder tearing his flesh apart. The weapon had made contact with the joint connecting the arm from the shoulder, destroying it before breaking through the armor on the other side. Nom's shield collapsed just as Kakuto's blade hit the floor, as well as the hand and arm attached to it.

 

The Jedi Masters lightsaber landed at his feet, again deactivating. Nom proceeded to pick up his lightsaber, igniting it once more. Green tainted shadows danced across his emotionless face as it hummed softly in the mounting winds. Rain continued to hammer away at the complex below, as if it were trying to destroy the metal facility. Holding off Kakuto's next attack would be difficult, yet hopefully easier now that he only had one arm. The battle was far from over. The Jedi Master just hoped he would be there when it was.

 

 

((3. Again sorry for the length. I'll try and make the fourth one shorter.))

[Enigmatic]

Revan's thoughts clashed inside of him, ripping him in half. He put his hands on his head, trying anyway possible to ease the pain that corrupted his soul. Each time their lightsabers clashed, it caused a ripple inside of him. Both of them, even though fighting, decided to invade Revan's thoughts at once. One telling him to turn to the light, the other telling him to let the darkness enfulf him. He continued to roll on the ground, his eyes closed and winced from the pain that throbbed in his body. He had never felt such pain before, he felt as though if he had a weapon in his hand, he would end his life.

 

He managed to slit one eye open, getting a glimpse of the two locking sabers. Revan was no longer a sith...nor was he a Jedi, he was tied between the two, a trapped soul, feeble and unprotected. If he had the energy to reach for his saber and end his own life, he would, however the pain was too much and restricted him from doing anything like that. A few times he had tried to stand up and fight it, however the more he tried, the worse the pain swarmed through him.

 

The duel was gradually coming to an end, both of them tired from the vigourous fighting that they underwent. Due to the bond he had devoloped wth his previous Master, Nom, every time Nom was injured in the fight somehow, Revan felt it as well, except doubled. It only added to the mental pain he was undergoing as well, sending him into a spiral of torment and nightmares. He would constantly see flashing images of Kakuto's ferocious onslaughts and executions, however were soon halted by the thoughts and flashbacks of his training with Nom.

 

He couldn't leave Nom like that, however he felt as though he couldn't go back to the Order, it was a deathly bind that he was in. At a certain point, he no longer felt the pain, and felt as though he was dead, whole with the force. But when he could still hear the lightsabers buzzing in the air, colliding with one another, he knew that he was just in a daze, awaiting the end to engulf him...

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca landed his ship on a private landing pad reserved for Jedi master of the Order. The wookiee slowly climbed out of his ship and walked towards the control room, where Kirlcca would prepare for the arrival of a soon to be Jedi knight.*

 

Strange...I feel a very strong conflict not too far from here...

 

*Kirlocca felt Nom, along with two presences that Kirlocca was not familiar with. The Jedi master shook his furry head and walked to the control room where he would be able to see all that went on near the facility.*

[Durandal!]

Durandal's borrowed shuttle touched down near the Delta 7 Kirlocca had flown to the planet.

 

He then sent a mental message to the Wookie.

 

Master. I have arrived on the planet's surface. I am currently seeking you out. Please meet me on the landing platforms.

 

With that Durandal awaited a response.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca stood in the main control room, feeling out Durandal. The jedi master sent him a single word through the force.*

 

Come.

[Durandal!]

With a slight laugh Durandal followed Kirocca's presence. And before long he arrived in the control room.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca stood in the middle of the control room, dark blue robe took over his body. Two out of the six driods in the room looked at the young Jedi, and then turned thier head back towards thier work. Kirlocca never moved even once. The jedi master reached out with the force to speak to Durandal.*

 

"Welcome to Mechis III Durandal. Is your task completed?"

[Durandal!]

Durandal looked at the wookie with a semi-puzzled look. Then he reached out much like Kirlocca did and replied.

 

Yes, Master. I am ready for your next orders. Am I.. Interupting anything?

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca never turned his head to look at Durandal.*

 

"No...Your next orders are simple. Follow the raging force presences, but remain hidden. Once a victor has been decided...listen to the force...that's it."

 

*Kirlocca saw out of the conner of his eye, Kakuto Ryu and Nom battling.*

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto's platinum hair fell over his face as his entire body clenched. His fingers dug into the burnt flesh, squeezing out his own black blood over the tips of his Sith Steel digits. His eyes disappeared behind a growing shadow; his anger swelling as his body writhed with pain. His focus drained from his berserk fury as his lightsaber hit the floor, the sobering sense of helplessness striking him down. An arm was an arm; Dark Lord or not, its loss still hurt. Pings of pain reverberated through his body, fueling his anger.

 

The black blood dripped onto the floor, and as it struck the tile it sent forth a bizarre fluctuation. The stone seemed to ripple like water, but unlike water as the blood dropped onto the hard stone it quickly expanded into an all consuming blackness. Like a portal into infinity, it radiated outward to slowly consume everything around it, trapping even the light within the strange field. Kakuto disappeared in this gathering shadow, then the walls on either side of him; then it expanded still to choke the glow lamp and quickly end its functionality.

 

The dark cloud consumed Nom next, throwing him into a harsh darkness that even the flare his lightsaber could barely pierce. It was cold like death, sharp and nearly inescapable. Through the force the blackness felt familiar, but clearly artificial. It was as a sea of Kakuto's own poisonous blood, brought in by the surge of pain and anger that his maiming had brought him. An illusion, for sure, but an immense and simple one meant only for the purpose of clouding the senses from the truth. It wasn't meant to be convincing, merely blinding--a dark taint that'd hide his location from Nom's saber while he gathered his strength again.

 

Kakuto's anger grew exponentially, transmitting through his illusion like lightning through water. Disturbing images, physical pain and personal torment all came through.

 

First, a dismembered Jedi, his ribcage cracked open and his heart crushed as if by an animal; a look of horror on his face, frozen from the moment on his demise. Severed tendons and ripping flesh, blood pouring, bone splitting, marrow dripping--horrendous pain. A woman, dark, walking away, fading out as if by death and leaving in her footsteps dark blue flames.

 

The Dark Lord's anger was overflowing; his focus now concentrated once more. The silver glow of his eyes penetrated the shadow ominously, revealing his location but somehow maintaining an unsurpassable margin; making efforts of pursuit seem pointless.

 

If I can't have my arm, I'll just take yours.

 

Nom's right arm screamed in pain, struck by the sudden sensation of knifes hacking their way through his flesh from the inside out. In the same exact place that the lightsaber had cleft off Kakuto's arm Nom found his flesh bulging and pulsing unnaturally. All at once, five deep purple blades of simple force energy burst out from the arm, curving downward like fingers that grew from the wound and quickly twisting to hack through the remaining flesh.

 

Nom's arm popped off violently, a trail of blood following as it propelled across the room. The shadows seemed to part in its wake, then energy stored in its tainting aura now fusing with the flesh to fuel the dark machination which the Dark Lord planned to implement. The severed end from Kakuto's shoulder emerged from the shadows, meeting the bloody end of Nom's levitating appendage. The ends connected and fused with tentacle like muscles and soft bone that jumped from both sides. The last of the shadow absorbed into the forming bond, burning it together and reanimating the dead flesh to be subservient to Kakuto.

 

The Dark Lord smiled as his new fingers stretched to accept the lightsaber that jumped between them. The stiff flesh of what used to be Nom's thumb struck the ignition switch of Kakuto's lightsaber, activating it luminous platinum blade once more.

 

”œStruggle Jedi, struggle. I feed off your struggle. Your wasted effort becomes strength. Your power becomes mine. I am the essence of futility. I am the wrath of the unjust Gods. May Chaos consume us all.”

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Images of death and pain filled Nom's mind as his arm seemed to separate itself from his body, as if on its own will. A Jedi's heart exploded into violent flames. A severed appendage flew across the air, showering the ground with blood. Screams of dying civilians filled the night, letting their tormented cries echo into the dark abyss that was consuming them. A being infused with the dark side with eyes aflame heaved a lightsaber into the air, ready to make a final strike. The images burned into Nom's mind and the images of reality clicked on and off, as if each were battling to dominate what was left of his perceptions.

 

The sheer mental torment coursing through him was like an electric shock. Each breath he took, each second he lived was of constant agony. The idea of shoving his lightsaber into his own skull was more appealing then striking the Dark Lord to the ground. He wanted to end the pain. His own existence was nothing but a testament to his weakness. He couldn't bear to look Kakuto Ryu in the eye. He knew when he was beaten.

 

The image of lush tree flowing in the wind broke through his mental barricade. The grass swayed under the sunlight. A family consisting of a mother, father and child could be seen eating under the tree's protective shade. Smiles dominated their facial expressions. The sky shimmered crystal blue, bathing in the warmth of the sun. Suddenly, something went wrong. The sky slowly began to change, shades of purple, red, and black trickled through the still moving clouds. The insidious effect began to spread. Before long the sky bore the image of chaos as the three colors mixed together, creating a murky canvas of despair. The clouds then consumed the sun, showering the ground with darkness. The free standing tree amid the lush grass caught aflame, its leaves falling uselessly to the ground, disintegrating as they went. The sheering cinders consuming the tree began to inflict their wrath on the blades of grass below. Before long, the meadow surrounding the tree was ablaze, sending grey smoke into the bitch black sky. The family could do nothing but run. Their smiles turned to looks of desperation as the fire slowly began to advance. Fatigue consumed the three humans, instantly destroying their only hope of survival. The flame swept through, feeding off their flesh like ravenous wolves. The mother, father, and child screamed in agony as they watched each other burn.

 

A crack of thunder sent a shiver down Nom's spine as his mind suddenly brought him out of its own reverie. The Dark Lord of the Sith was only a few meters away, his lightsaber raised. The image of dying Jedi, Mothers, Fathers, and children dominated his mind, steering him away from his own pain. If Nom were to give up, and if the Dark Lord were to win, then there would be no stopping that horrible nightmare from becoming reality.

 

”œNoooooooooo!”

[Durandal!]

Durandal sounded even more confused after the wookiee spoke. "Yes master..?" He said as he turned and exited the building. The force was swirling around in strange patterns. Durandal could see as clear as day, The force signature of a Jedi and a Sith.

 

The air was electrically charged around him. There was something wrong.. The dark side was clouding his perception. He had never felt a presence so thick with darkside energy. Durandal pressed on through the darkness as it began to rain. Raindrops drenched the young jedi as he searched for the opposing presences.

 

"What is going on here? Is this a test of some sort?" Durandal asked himself. But not a moment after the words left his lips, the light sided signature died out. And a pang of heartache wrenched at his soul.

 

A jedi is dying..

 

He had felt the same feeling times before. The semi-tangible feeling of losing a family member. When a jedi was dying, Anyone close could feel it.

 

But then something happened.. The signature snappedback to life. And before Durandal could process it, He was physically knocked backwards by a force wind. And in the sky he could see strikes of lightning hitting a singular point in the distance.

 

What is going on here?

 

 

 

(( Sorry for the quality of this post, It's the first time in a few days i've been able to sit at the computer long enough to type up an RP post. ))

[Wookiee Jedi]

((Not your fualt, I should have been prepared for your fast movements.))

 

*Kirlocca quickly turned towards the driods in the main control room once Durandal had left the room. He had the driods change to walls of the Facility so that Durandal would not be able to find his way back to the control room.*

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Ruling in on Nom versus Kakuto Ryu:

 

The winner, OOC slurs against other players aside , Kakuto Ryu.

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto's limbs hung outstretched, his flesh smoking and his eyes closed. He let a deep moan of exasperation. After a long pause he emitted a low sound, which at first sounded more like a groan.

 

"...The hell did that come from?"

 

His neck popped as he twisted it, his cooked flesh splitting as he readjusted. The Tall Sith seemed to grow taller as his limbs extended. He almost looked drunk, his limbs loose and the already sour expression he wore growing more so. His arm slowly raised upward, his hand flipping backward toward his body tauntingly. Though it appeared to be an idle threat, it was in truth a gesture to the force, which pulled on the hammer which he had planted in the wall at the beginning of the fight to return to him; and to do so through Nom.

 

The hammer bounced off the back of Nom's head just as the lightsaber had hit him silently from behind; only Nom was plunged forward into Kakuto's waiting dagger. The weapon that Dagon had gifted Kakuto plunged into Nom's eye socket, sucking clean his soul and his mark in the force. Nom's body, still alive but without a fully functioning brain or soul to drive it; fell limp into Kakuto's grasp. The empty husk of the Jedi's humanity became a feast for the Dark Lord. His life-force drained into Ryu's body, his flesh drying and wrinkling as he restored Kakuto to his former glory. When he was finished, Kakuto looked just as he had when he entered the building, save for the missing piece of armor from his arm wound--which fixed itself soon after.

 

The Dark Lord smiled, pitching the remains onto the ground like the fiber core of an eaten fruit. He began to walk over to Revan, but stopped in his tracks. He rose up the arm he had stolen from Nom, its pigment drained and Kakuto's scars starting to appear faintly.

 

"Waste not."

 

Dark force energy swelled with in Nom's body, his muscles twitching as his flesh came to serve Kakuto Ryu, now a quite proficient Necromancer. Nom's unlife began slowly, his soulless corpse moving to its knees.

 

"Pick up the Hammer. You're my War-Caddy now."

 

Knowing that the simple task would take a long time for the now decaying flesh pile, Kakuto turned back to Revan, planting a fist in his face to get his attention.

 

"You failed me in this. Now you need to start making it up. There are two Jedi in this temple that think that somehow disguising their own movements masks the fact that they're screwing with the walls. We're killing them, because we're asses and a little murder might make me less conscious of my disappointment."

 

Kakuto picked up his comm and reported to the temple, watching his new zombie struggle to lift the hammer from the corner of his eye.

[Guest]

After a very long hyperspace jump, Jareth piloted the ship toward the surface of Mechis III. The darkside gave him sense of direction and he settled the ship down near his master's location.

 

"Sching, I want you to stay close to me until the fighting begins. Once it has commenced, I want you to observe and try to stay alive." Reaching into a small cargo hold he held out two black blaster pistols that were in a dual leather holster affixed to a black belt.

 

"Here, use these if you need to."

 

Jareth fastened his own chrome blasters to his back and opened the bay doors. Exiting quickly he came upon Kakuto.

 

Kneeling at his feet, Jareth raised the long spine and skull of the genetically altered Kaminoan toward his master. The bone was incredibly strong and over 7 foot in height.

 

"My master, a gift from Kamino. What do you ask of me my lord?"

[Kakuto Ryu]

"Rise."

 

Kakuto took the staff, looking over the tool with a twinge of amusement. Gripping it between his Sith steel fingers.

 

"There are two Jedi in this temple, and they're doing a poor job of masking their presence. Kill the master. The padawan is yours if you want him, but if not I may sick my own apprentice on him. I will not be far behind, should more show up, but I doubt they care for their own enough to do so."

 

Kakuto nodded, pausing briefly.

 

"We're taking this planet. This temple that they were so kind to deactivate the defenses on will be ours."

[Enigmatic]

Goodbye....my old master...

 

It was as though a swift cover of silence swept the air, shutting down the crying voice of Nom's soul. Revan's insides turned and twisted, however stopped when the hammer crushed his brain. It was a calling, a savior, salvation from the Dark Lord. He had saved him...from his pain...from his agony, it was all over. The darkness was the only thing that resided in him now. He smiled, wiping some coughed blood from his upper lip. He slowly stood up, catching KR's fist in his face.

 

"I apolgize my lord....and let me tell you....I will not fail again. That....Jedi scum is already dead...and then....I'll laugh at his corpse...officially making him my bitch.."

 

He said no more, passing the dead corpse of his old master. He only looked at it with a scowl, angrier then ever before that Nom could fail Revan like that. However, he had a new master now, someone who would teach him the true powers the force can offer. His training was nearly complete, only a mere padawan stood in his way...however...not for long.

 

Revan boarded his ship, his eyes blood red from the emotion and anger building inside of him. He wrapped his cloak around his body and over the top of his head as he started the ship. It soon darted into the sky and shot off into space, soon reaching hyperspace. He punched in the coordiantes for Cardia, and sent off.

Edited April 18, 2006 by Guest

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Before the last cognitive thought dissipated from the Jedi as he was plunged into the swirling abyss that was Kakuto's manipulation. Nom sent a message to his padawan, using his last remaining strength to propel the message through.

 

"You have not seen the last of me yet Revan. I will save you. Either through your willing cooperation, or through the end of my lightsaber. You have been warn..."

 

The last phrase faded into the night as the mind of the once vibrant Jedi Master meshed into nothing more than a Servent of the dark one, his soul forever a slave of evil. Yet where Nom failed, another will succeed. The Jedi Master was a mere candle in the darkness, fighting against impossible odds. The winds of death had put him out all too easily. Yet the candle will soon turn into a vilant specturm of light. There were forces abroad that even Kakuto Ryu, Dark Lord of the Sith, could not control. And they were coming...

[Enigmatic]

It was like a plague swept across the planet when Revan stood up. He looked towards the temple, his eyes blood red from the constant torment. However, he saw his path clearly now and it involved his hand crushing the head of a padawan. He walked towards the temple doors, stepping through he paused.

 

He was looking for a Jedi...a padawan named Durandal in general that had made his way into the temple somehow, secretly of course. Fortunetly, the master wasn't here, or so Revan thought. He walked inside, trying to feel his prescence since now, the darkside of the force flew freely through him, with no constrictions or restraints stopping his power. Through the force, he sent a darkside aura throughout the temple, hoping the padawan would respond along with a simple message.

 

Come out and play little Jedi....your time of hide and seek is over...

[Sching Hisa]

Sching took the belt and followed his master onto the planet, attempting to hide his smirk. His master certainly had a good sense of irony. Sching could only ever use one of the blasters at a time, considering that he had only one hand. He wrapped the belt around himself twice and cinched it tightly, making sure that one of the holsters was close to his right side.

 

When he arrived before this great master of darkness, he could not help but be somewhat awed. The power his own master exhibited was beyond his imagination, and yet, Jareth bowed to one greater than himself. What power did this Kakuto Ryu wield?

 

He remained silent, listening closely to the orders Kakuto gave. He could only assume that this temple they planned to take was a necessary move in a tactic for greater power...

[Guest]

Jareth rose to his feet and looked his master in the eye as he spoke. Once his orders were recieved, he lowered his head respectfully and returned to his apprentice's side.

 

"Young one, I must go. I will allow you to follow me until I have located my mission, then you must take safe distance as I battle. I cannot have you distracting me from the task at hand."

 

Jareth made his way toward kirlocca's presence, and through the darkside, called him out to fight.

 

The sith master pulled from under his cloak a red ceremonial mask that covered the lower part of his face. He knelt as he attached it to his face, and layed his lightsaber on the ground in front of him.

 

He was ready to honorably challenge the jedi if he had the courage to face him.

[Guest]

((Man I hate it when a lot of hard work goes down the drain, but I guess this is payback for my little stint at Coruscant, huh?

 

"We're taking this planet. This temple that they were so kind to deactivate the defenses on will be ours."

 

Uhh...never were the systems deactivated. I seriously wonder if NOBODY read the entire post/rant/whatever about the planetary defenses.))

 

With Nom's death, the camera droids pulled away from the battle, transmitting the entire clip to the Holonet as well as a special burst encrypt transmission to a signal Aryian had hardwired into his ship. The whole transmission was masked and encrypted, hiding the end source.

 

Droids began to swarm up as the System ordered its minions to war, coming in drove after the Sith, from large construction droids to small driller droids as well as the occasional assault combat droid from the ones left on the surface, all armed with sharp appendages (or blasters in the case of the assault droids), and attacked with all manners possible. All over the planet shields and defense systems activated, the remaining squarons of droid starfighters were launched, a few assigned to divebomb the Sith on the surface while the majority were left to orbit to intercept incoming spacecraft. Planetary defense systems kicked slowly on, the massive planetary turbolasers an ion cannon power cores warming up.

 

The shields guarding the entrance to the underground Jedi facility sprang to life, layers of industrial grade shields intensely guarding the warehouse like building. The systems inside recieved their orers, the special droids booting up, the numerous gun turrets inside the ysalamiri-ridden cave-maze system switched on, eagerly searching for any number of signatures that guaranteed a target, heat, movement, carbon dioxide sensors...

 

And the System itself enacted the last order of safeguards Aryian had programmed into it so long ago, cutting all power to any access terminals and hiding all of its coding under several software layers of fractal encryption codes, codes only a handful of beings in the known galaxy could even begin to comprehend. Doors clamped down, critical facilities guarded especially more than others with shields and blast doors.

 

The Sith would find Mechis III not an easy target to take, even if it were only droids defending it.

[Wookiee Jedi]

"This temple that they were so kind to deactivate the defenses on will be ours."

 

((Two things, The defenses were never deactivated, two, this is not a temple, but a factory building droids.))

 

*Kirlocca felt a change in the force, the jedi master quickly reacted to the current events.*

 

"Durandal, come to me."

 

*Kirlocca felt a famillar force presence call him out...Jareth...a fromer sith that turned jedi, and then turned back to the dark side.*

 

"862, bring as many battle droids to the control room, it must not fall. Have them prepare to fight Force users."

 

*Kirlocca slowly walked out and towards Jareth. The jedi master kept his dark blue robe on, allowing it to cover his head. Kirlocca now used the force to hide what was going on inside of his mind, while hiding his lightsabers and armour from his opponent.*

[Kakuto Ryu]

The Sith, as a whole, would not find Mechis III easy to take. Kakuto Ryu, on the other hand, would find it not only easy--but hilarious and fun.

 

((OOC: Probably not. Nobody likes reading long posts, especially when it's all one character posting with oneself. Excuse me if I happen to think the fact that this whole time Kakuto Ryu was fighting Nom, that the "total evacuation of the area and lack of defensive maneuvers" was a sign that you weren't fighting. It seems terribly convenient, if you ask me, especially since it'd really look like after a short nap Nom decided that KR was an okay guy, who he'd like to carry around a hammer for.

 

Anyway, I think at this point you should review your history, as I recall quite well what happened the last time somebody tried to overwhelm me with numbers. Ask Ian. He'll tell you all about it.))

 

Kakuto yawned apathetically as the first droves of mechanized assault forces appeared to ruin Kakuto's day. He waved along the other Sith, making it clear that they could go after the Jedi while he took care of ALL the defenses the planet had to offer. After all, the droids would not be attacking the Jedi. The nonchalant way in which he gestured seemed wholly incredulous, though nobody would dare doubt the Dark Lord.

 

"Hammer." Kakuto demanded, extending is hand to Nom's Zombie. As soon as he took the weight of the weapon into his grasp the hammer head lit up with sadistic brilliance. Bolts of electricity wreathed the weapon, dancing like a fire built as a promise of total droid annihilation. Kakuto hadn't come to this planet to fight Nom. Kakuto hadn't come to this planet to save his apprentice. Kakuto had come to the planet because his brilliant armorsmith had created him an arsenal that fed on the destruction of technology, and he wanted to test it out.

 

The liquid metal of Kakuto's armor welled up around his neck, engulfing his face--then expanding to form a mask, complete with an oxygen reserve and filtering. The eyes closed over with thin sheets of transparasteel, and once his glove had been reattached he was completely protected from head to toe with form fitting black steel.

 

As the first volley of blaster fire began to whiz around Kakuto's body, which easily danced out the path, the Dark Lord took a moment to reflect on all the ways he could "win." With so many targets, the possibilities seemed endless. Why, he could simply shoot bolts of force lightning in their general direction, frying their circuitry and ending their droid existence at mass. To Kakuto, however, this seemed much too easy. Then he thought, why, he could just unsheathe his amulet and annihilate the entire wave with one quick stroke! But alas, that too seemed exceedingly easy. The evidently bored Sith danced around blaster fire as he thought more on the subject, instilling a thick sense of lethargy in his movements.

 

Droids kind of bored Kakuto; he didn't like things that didn't have the sense to scream.

 

The approach Kakuto settled on, in the end, while much less subtle, eventually proved much more efficient. Jumping forward, he landed atop a rather portly, utilitarian droid; which he promptly obliterated with a single strike of his enormous hammer. As the strike landed he used its fall as a springboard into another jump, which planted him in the middle of a flank of the oh-so powerful combat droids. A finely mixed combination of lightning and speed made quick work of the battle-droids, proving that for all the money they had spent on fine cortosis alloys, there's still no such thing as a hammer proof armor. The arc lightning blaster in his breastplate showed its worth as well, picking off droids in front of him that he did not desire to go out of his way to seek.

 

As Kakuto drew his hammer from the chest of another assault droid, he became acutely aware that for as fun as it was; it was not really making progress. So, as the second wave of the massive droid army approached, Kakuto simply extended his hands gracefully; then, tapping into the Darkside for more power, shot forth two massive fans of force lightning into the ranks of droid. From behind the droids came an inscrutable pull that drove the droids into the lightning that'd consume then drag them right up next to the Dark Lord himself.

 

In moments the droids were piled up to his waist, where Kakuto began to make better use of them. The silvery fluid emerged from the cracks between the black plates of Kakuto's armor once more, picking up little bits of droid and dissolving them to create more of the living material that made up his armor. The mass of the armor slowly grew, and as it grew it began to consume the droids more quickly--until the entire area had been consumed by the ungodly beast that Kakuto wore.

 

The liquid metal drew itself back into Kakuto's armor, having whipped clean all signs of what had used to be an enormous pile of scrap. It rumbled like it were about to explode, having consumed several times its own mass and now with excess to burn. In this way the first of the Armor's self-generated upgrades made themselves known. From his back sprouted two large fountains of the silver metal, which hardened into two heavy mechanical wings. Flight, however, was as far from their actual purpose as one could get. Automated by simple joints along the top, they were able to flex and bend around Kakuto; acting as a secondary shield from attacks. A little garish, for sure, but once the repulsors activated, making it all but weightless, it began to seem less extreme.

 

Kakuto's wings furled as he began to walk again; and as he walked he noticed yet another peculiar thing happen, much to his satisfaction. The droids, for all their brilliant digital development, could by no means any longer recognize Kakuto as a human. The droid controllers he had consumed were yet again functional, though without any connected parts to subordinate. They acted, quite simply, as a means to trick the other droids into believing Kakuto was part of the system. Digitally classed as a ”œheavily modified prototype combat droid”

[Guest]

At seeing his opponent closing in, Jareth rose slowly to his feet. The darkside was with him this day. Through it he felt every hair on the wookiee's body, and could sense no fear.

 

Jareth knew better than to underestimate any jedi, much less one as vested in combat and the force as Kirlocca. There is, however a large line between overestimating your opponent, and fear of him.

 

The sith master stood with a stoic look on his face as he raised a hand slightly to retrieve his lightsaber, and then looked at the jedi before him.

 

Speaking very clearly and calmly, Jareth spoke.

 

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." A snap could be heard then a low and ominous buzzing as Jareth's saber flashed to life.

 

Bowing low and readying himself he spoke once more,

 

"Shall we?"